The keeper (carved man)

He is there
Protector of the fort
Through the seasons
He stands
Scarred and ready
Moving in the wind
Sometimes
Escaping
The tether that keeps
Him stationary
In place
He is wise
And knowing
Of all who trespass
As the ice drips
From the cover of his place
He stays
Lingering in the shadows
My talisman
My guard.
Faded
He grows old
Yet never loses pace
Through the seasons
He remains
Stead fast
On guard
Keeper of the gate.